Ethan was pouring drinks for the two men when he finally got down to business. "It seems that there has been a discrepancy with your membership, Alex. Our records indicate that you've only been a member for less than a year. Further, you are not at the proper level required to claim a slave."
Sitting demurely, I held my breath waiting for Derek's response. "I must admit, Ethan, that I am not a man who waits patiently for anything he wants. As you probably know, I am an extremely successful man. I became that way by going after what I wanted. I realize I may have jumped the gun somewhat in my exuberance, but I am financially prepared to make up for that."
Ethan couldn't have grinned any larger. In this club, it seemed that money did all the talking. "Well, Alex, I knew from your profile that you were just the kind of man that we welcome with pleasure into our ranks. I'm sure we can manage to get past this little discrepancy."
Derek nodded, "I appreciate that."
Ethan swirled the brandy in his glass. "Now, because you are such a new member and rose up the ranks so quickly - you may not have had the time to digest all of The Club's protocols. You must remember from now on that your slave must always be in uniform around other members. And of course at all the functions."
"Of course." Derek didn't even glance my way.
"What is her name?" Ethan strode across the room to stand in front of me.
"Katia."
Ethan grabbed my chin firmly and tilted my head upward to meet his eyes. "And how is her training going? Is she well behaved?"
My heart started pounding in my chest. This felt like some kind of test. Derek sounded relaxed, "No, she just started training. She's not ready for functions yet."
I remained docile, as Ethan looked me over. "It may not seem so now, Alex, but the most feisty slaves turn out to be the most loyal in the end. Plus, a man like you will have a lot of fun training her into full obedience."
Derek offered his agreement, while his eyes flashed a warning behind the older man's back.
Ethan turned to Derek. "It's a pity that she won't be trained in time for the Equinox. It is The Club's premier party each year. This year it will be held at Highgate Manor. If you are initiated on time, you could attend with Katia. It's something you don't want to miss. But Katia would have to be ready beyond all doubt."
Highgate Manor was where Derek thought Elise was. I knew it was important for Derek to get an invitation to this exclusive party, so I was surprised when he remained silent.
Ethan continued. "It would be a pity for you to miss it. Hmm…Katia, stand up."
I stood as he asked, nervous his focus hadn't left me yet.
He walked towards his desk and pressed a button on the intercom system. "Alfred, I need you."
Ethan returned and began circling me, checking me over as if I were a piece of meat. Alfred, the aging servant who had greeted us, entered the room moments later.
Ethan stopped circling when Alfred appeared. He strode back to a large wooden desk, located about five feet in front of me, and leaned back against it crossing his long legs in front of him. "Alfred, this is Katia."
Alfred nodded, but did not speak. Derek stood warily in the background.
Looking me directly in the eyes, Ethan commanded, "Katia, take off your jacket."
The alarm bells that were going off in my head started sounding louder. Tentatively, I removed my blazer.
Ethan's eyes blazed, "Alfred, would you like to see her tits?"
Alfred stood stiffly watching me. "Yes, sir."
I felt a burning heat flushing my face as Ethan ordered me to remove my shirt and bra.
Derek took a step forward; a quiet menace sounding in his voice. "I'm not sure I appreciate sharing that with you, Ethan."
Finally breaking his probing glare on my body, Ethan turned to Derek. "It's only natural that you are so reticent, considering how recently you acquired her. But you do realize that we are all brothers at The Club. You must show your good faith by showing off your slave and sharing her with your brothers."
I watched as Derek's jaw clenched tightly. Ethan had gone back to casually looking me over. He continued his speech. "Besides, she has chosen this path. She wants to do this. She will become more powerful at The Club by earning points servicing your brothers. And as she gains power, so will you. So, you should encourage it - even demand it. She will come to crave it, if she already doesn't. It would be a pity for you to miss the Equinox festivities just because she wasn't ready."
My knees felt like jelly. What did this man want of me? And if I didn't comply, would Derek lose his opportunity?
Derek's voice sounded gruff. "She's not ready."
Ethan smiled at me. "Katia? I only want to see your body. You should be in costume at all times in front of members anyway. Besides, I can see that you want to do this. You want to show me your body, right?"
I felt cornered. If all he wanted was to see me naked, I had been through much worse at The Club before. After all, it would just be the servant, Alfred, and Ethan ogling me. And Derek. It certainly would be more difficult with Derek's eyes shooting daggers the entire time. I only had a moment to decide, and I didn't want to blow Derek's chance.
"Yes." I let out the answer before I realized I wasn't supposed to speak. Ethan didn't seem to mind judging by the smug look on his face.
My clumsy fingers had trouble unbuttoning my blouse. The men stood impassively as I peeled the shirt off my body. I avoided Derek's gaze altogether. Hands trembling slightly, I reached for my bra and unclasped it, my ample breasts spilling out of the cups.
I stood under their scrutiny for several long moments before Ethan demanded that I finish undressing. Before my courage faltered, I kicked off my heels and stepped out of my skirt. Removing my thigh high stockings was difficult without looking awkward, but I managed.
Bared before them, my pussy tingled as I felt their lusty gazes searing my skin. I snuck a glance at Derek. He was clearly angry; I could see his fists clenched tight as he ground his teeth together to keep from protesting.
"Look at those luscious tits. What do you think, Alfred?"
Alfred's monotone voice seemed indifferent. "Very nice, sir."
"Katia, turn around so I can see that fine ass of yours."
I turned slowly around, glad to be out from under Derek's fierce glare.
"Now spread your legs and bend over for me. I want to see your sweet pussy."
The fluttering increased in my stomach. My pussy responded to his words by throbbing excitedly. Was I getting so turned on by these lewd men gawking at me? Or was it because they were gaping at me in front of Derek? I wasn't sure.
I did as Ethan ordered; I had already come this far and Derek had remained silent.
"So sweet. Alfred, check Katia and tell me how wet she is for me."
Derek spoke, a menacing warning, "That's quite enough, Ethan."
I was bent over, hands on my knees, but I could sense Alfred creeping closer to me. Suddenly, I felt rough fingers crudely poking into my pussy. I gasped with surprise, nearly toppling over, as the fingers slid in and out of my slippery pussy. To my shock and dismay, the crude sensations further heightened my arousal.
"She's quite sopping, sir," Alfred reported.
Ethan replied in an offhand manner. "It's quite a shame I have an important meeting to attend. I would love to feel those plump lips of yours squeezing my cock, Katia. Ah, well anticipation will make the eventual so much better. Alfred, show Katia what a dirty girl she is."
Before I could imagine what was about to happen, I felt a stinging slap on my ass. It was quickly followed by a slap to the other cheek. When Alfred's clumsy fingers jabbed into my pussy once again, I almost moaned out loud with the delicious sensation. I felt I was on the verge of an orgasm, and that would probably be the most humiliating experience ever to happen, especially in front of Derek.
Ethan laughed. "What a delight you are! You may stand now."
I stood up, blood rushing to my face, and I hoped t
hat I was the only one who could tell that my face also burned with shame. Derek looked as if he would fly into a rage at any moment.
"I think you were quite mistaken, my friend. It appears that Katia is more than ready and willing. Alfred, take Katia to the sitting room. Bring her clothes so she can get dressed. And bring her some refreshments. I have business with Mr. Blackstone to finish."
I followed Alfred out of the room, scared to look at Derek. Alfred sneered disdainfully at me as he handed me my clothes and left me to dress in the nearby sitting room. I got dressed at lightning speed and without thinking twice, left the room and crept back toward the study. I desperately wanted to know what was happening in the other room.
Listening at the door, I caught snatches of the conversation between Derek and Ethan.
"… chosen to be your mentor, Alex. My recommendations can get you the invite. But you're going to have to restrain your possessiveness. Your slave really belongs to The Club."
Derek's reply was muffled; he was probably facing the other way.
"Your slave must be at your initiation. She will perform an action to symbolize her complete loyalty to you and The Club. Without her, you won't be initiated. And without initiation, you won't be allowed into the Equinox party. Frankly I'm concerned that you're not ready for that yet, anyhow."
I strained to hear the muted words. Suddenly, Ethan's voice rang out much clearer.
"Just have her ready for Friday night. I am hosting the initiation since I'm your mentor. Make sure she's in costume. Don't make me regret that I'm going out on a limb for you Blackstone. I have some stuff you can give her - to loosen her up a bit. And, for god's sake Blackstone, don't pull any possessive shit with her on Friday. Besides, the initiation revolves around you. You'll have a group of slaves climbing all over you and you'll be getting your cock blown all night. All she has to do is watch."
A clanking noise down the hall got my attention. I scrambled back to the sitting room. Several moments later, Alfred entered carrying a tray of refreshments. He set the tray on a table, and left without acknowledging me.
I sat in the chair for about five minutes before Derek entered and collected me. We left the house without speaking. My gut felt queasy with nerves as we drove away silently.
"Derek, what happened?"
Derek scowled, "Just what I was afraid of Julia. Jesus Christ, that old fuck was groping you right in front of me."
I swallowed uneasily. "Forget about that. When is the Initiation? We just need to get through the Initiation then we can go to the party at Highgate Manor. What luck! We're so close to finding Elise."
Pulling the steering wheel hard to the right, Derek pulled over and turned to face me. "You're not going anywhere! Don't even mention it again. And that's final!"
***
Seeing the impressive manor looming before him once again, Derek remembered the horrible meeting with Graham two days earlier. He was not used to feeling so out of control of any situation. He remembered the absolute rage he had felt watching Julia exposing her pussy to the lecherous men, even as his own cock pulsated with lust at the sight.
After the meeting was over, as soon as he was comfortable that he had no one tailing him, he dropped a confused Julia off at her home. He wasn't mad a Julia, in fact he was quite impressed with her bravery and there was never any doubt about her complete sexiness. He just didn't want to share her with anyone. Not knowing how to express his emotions, he ended up going to the gym to vent his frustrations on a punching bag.
Before he had so awkwardly left her, he explained to her that he thought they shouldn't have any contact with each other for a few days to protect her identity. He would contact her soon. She had looked crestfallen, but he wanted to get through this initiation without involving her. Graham had stressed that Julia was necessary, but he was hoping he could throw more money at The Club if they gave him any trouble. Otherwise, the whole thing was off; he wasn't about to put Julia in any contact whatsoever with The Club again - let alone at some kind of crazy sex initiation.
Now, two days later, he was preparing to enter Graham's house again to attend his Initiation ceremony. He wasn’t sure what was in store for him, but if he kept his wits about him, he would be tantalizingly close to finding Elise. He was more than ready for his crazy quest to end. And it now seemed possible that Elise had willingly disappeared, choosing this lifestyle, without a single concern for her family. That would be so typically selfish of her that he was beginning to believe it was true. If he could locate her, make sure she was not being coerced into anything and that she was not in any danger, he would report back to her family, with or without her consent, and gladly be done with the whole tangled mess.
He was met at the door by the sour looking Alfred. "Good evening, Mr. Blackstone. Please follow me."
Alfred led Derek down the hall, past the study and into a guest suite. "Please make yourself comfortable, Mr. Blackstone. Your robes have been laid out for you. Someone will come to collect you in about one hour. Enjoy your evening, sir."
After Alfred turned and exited the room, Derek heard the unmistakable sound of the lock turning. He wasn't concerned yet. One solid kick to the door and he could probably get out, but for now, he was intent on playing along with the Initiation.
Derek examined the robe; it was a different style than the other robes. This one was more like a long sleeveless tunic that would hang above his knee. It was entirely white with a green sash to keep it fastened. It reminded him vaguely of a roman toga. He threw the costume down on the bed and stalked the room looking for anything out of the ordinary.
For the thousandth time that night, he was thankful that Julia was not involved in the initiation. Who knew what he would have to face tonight?
The hour seemed to stretch on forever. When time was nearly up, Derek changed into the white robe and paced the room impatiently. Finally a knock sounded at the door. The door swung open and a man in the standard brown hooded robe beckoned him to follow.
"Congratulations, Blackstone. You're in for the night of your life."
Derek followed the man. "Are we going to the Initiation now?"
The man gave him a friendly slap on the back. "No. First will be the celebratory dinner held in your honor. The actual Initiation is just a short ritual that's club tradition. Then the party begins. You're in for a terrific night, so just relax and enjoy."
Derek doubted that he would relax or enjoy anything that night. But he schooled his expression into calm nonchalance. It was important that he at least appeared to be enjoying himself even though he couldn't wait to get this night behind him.
The robed man led Derek to a sitting room where about a dozen other robed men gathered. As Derek assessed the situation, a man approached him. When he drew near, Derek recognized the face of Ethan Graham, his so-called mentor, under the robe's hood.
Graham offered him a glass of champagne, "Cheers, Blackstone. Here's to a night beyond compare."
Derek mumbled his agreement as they both drank the champagne. Soon the other robed members surrounded Derek and peppered him with congratulations and general small talk. He was forced to accept many refills of his champagne flute, as the well wishes were never-ending. No one seemed particularly interested in asking him personal questions and the subject of his 'slave' never came up. As time went by, Derek felt himself slowly relaxing. So far, this had been less daunting than an Elk's Club meeting.
When it was announced that dinner was ready, Derek was surprised to catch himself in a moment, laughing quite jokingly with another man. He took a deep breath trying to clear his foggy head. He needed to keep his wits about him. He couldn't let the general excitement of the night rub off on him.
The men ushered Derek into the large formal dining room and sat him at the head of the enormous table. Derek was surprised that the table was completely empty - no place settings, no table décor. His mind had trouble focusing as the double-doors to the dining room swung open and a bevy of slaves sauntered i
nto the room wearing nothing but their collars and their leather and rope harnesses of various style. Each woman carried a platter, which she paraded before Derek. He vaguely saw the offerings pass by: caviar, grapes, cheeses and other unidentifiable foods. He saw other women carrying trays with lines of white powder cut tidily - cocaine, he realized. Still others carried trays of sex toys: dildos, beads, restraints, lubricants, and a host of other things he could only quickly glimpse in passing.
But mostly, Derek's eyes were fixed on the women themselves. Seeing the nude women made his senses go into overload. While his cock remained strangely dormant, his head was swimming with sexual urges. He didn't even realize that he was no longer worried about maintaining his cover identity or getting through the night. He was anticipating with immense eagerness the debauchery that was to follow.
A nude blonde woman straddled his lap, coaxing more champagne between his lips. He vaguely felt his robe being removed as he calmly watched the site before him. Some of the women had climbed on top of the dining table. They displayed themselves vulgarly; often performing sex acts upon themselves to the delight of the cheering men. He watched the man to his right inserting a cucumber into a writhing woman on the table. Derek wanted to join them, but he suddenly realized that two women were busy sucking on his slowly stiffening cock.
As he changed focus to concentrate on the delicious feeling, he wanted to climb up on the table himself and let everyone climb all over him - let them devour him whole. He wanted to be on the bottom of a pile of flesh - arms and legs akimbo, pussies in his mouth, lips around his cock. He felt as if he were floating in a sea of sensation and the feeling was close to euphoric. He reached forward to grab a fistful of voluptuous tits as more champagne poured down his throat. Strange, he felt as if the air itself was caressing him.
Somewhere, deep inside and barely competing with the entire sensory overload, it vaguely dawned on him that he had been drugged. But he just didn't care anymore.
***
I peered through the crack in the door, not believing what was occurring right before my very eyes. The scene on the over-sized table was so scandalous; I couldn't gaze upon it for long without looking away in embarrassment. Mostly, my eyes focused on Derek in complete disbelief.
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